Chillin' @ The BBQ

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There he was on the grounds of the Kyubantai, fox grin on his face as usual. Clouds of smoke leaving his person, blowing outwardly and at times ascending to the skies. His crimson eyes were half closed, perhaps it was the weed that caused this? Yes, the cunning and gravid one was smoking weed, the scent being a strong one. A few minutes of smoking this and everyone will be high. Not to mention that the man also prepared tea made from the plant itself. Weed tea was on the menu for the sly one, the sound of tomorrow was seemingly relaxing. The man was sat beneath a cherry blossom tree. The petals falling every now and then, the sun was as high ever. Who knows, it may have gotten high in another way, a sure influence of the fox. The man had a blanket it seems spread on the floor. That way his garments wouldn't get stained by the disgusting grass of the Kyubantai. The wind blew gently through the area. More and more people were beginning to turn up. The purpose of this day was to have a bit of fun, courtesy of the Kyubantai Taicho. A BBQ if you will for more mundane terminology. Some fifteen feet away from Izanagi sat a traditional Japanese table. One where others normally gathered around to have feasts, get drunk, celebrate their victories, or to even talk a bit of politics.

The sound of a musical instrument was heard, a delightful tune being played from a Sanshin. Izanagi being the person that he is, enjoys the sound of musical instruments. Not to mention, this instrument was being played by a beautiful cannon fodder woman. Even so, she turned out to be rather beautiful for the most part. With every stroke of the strings on the Sanshin. Izanagi found himself having what most refer to as dirty thoughts. Some may even refer to them as perverted, since he'd like this woman to stroke other places. Such a thing will have to wait for later on when everyone goes their separate ways. The man was already enjoying himself, smoking weed and sipping on weed tea. The funny thing is, Izanagi wasn't phased by any of this. One would think he'd be as high as a kite by now. That however wasn't the case as the snake settled down, being tamed by the sound of music. Tamed? Thats exactly what it looked like at the moment, but who would believe such a thing to be true. Izanagi didn't bother raising his spiritual pressure at all. In fact it was at the bare minimum that he could actually manage. Though the man did manage to project an eerie onto the others that were in attendance. Thinking of the changes that had occurred in the Gotei 13 over the past century or so. Caused Izanagi to think, that this was just what the Shinigami needed to keep them going.

Crimson orbs surveying the area, like a snake tasting the air, searching for prey. The Captain of the 12th Division turned out to be the one searching for prey. Just what kind of prey he'll eventually come across has yet to be determined. In the meantime the Captain kept on puffing his illegal white stick of burning bushes. The scent filling the area that he sat in. The smoke creating what appeared to be a mist, with this poor damsel enshrouded in this mist. Others would hate to think, just what Izanagi will do in situations like these. He is a known womanizer after all, hell his daughter was already a Captain of the Gotei 13. There are also rumors of Izanagi having other children, lurking around the Soul Society. His legendary missions of conquering every female in his path, extended beyond his realm. The man has yet to lay down with a Hollow woman. It is said that they have an extra hole that could make things interesting. It was also a very big hole to fill, but Izanagi is well equipped to handle such situations. The smoke mist remained still for a few moments. Behind this mist Izanagi had one hand on his blunt. The other hand was extending towards the cleavage of the cannon fodder woman. Who would give a damn if she was molested? No one, and of course the man noticed her flirting with him. Her pheromone levels also suggest that the woman wanted to mate. As much as Izanagi wanted to, that would be most appropriate at this time. As such the man decided against ruining the party for everyone.

The mist that surrounded them began to clear slowly, and during that time something was taking place. Izanagi's hand that was extended, was now retracting back to its position. The man was then seen fixing her garments, where her cleavage is located. Yes, the bastard did manage to cap himself a feel, before acting again like nothing had happen. He was smooth, like a saw scaled viper. A creature that is able to extend itself in order to inject venom. And then retract itself within a fraction of a second, too fast for most to comprehend. The mist finally lifted, the smoke mist and a cherry blossom petal landed on his head. His right hand moved and reached for it, removing the fallen leaf. Now resting on his index finger, the wind decided to steal it away from the man. Relieving the man of the leaf carrying it away. Perhaps Fūjin thought the man would have tried to molest the little leaf too? Goes to show just how much the God of Wind trust Izanagi. The Shinigami cocked his head to the right, now getting a little restless. He decided to visit the Kyubantai because, there was meant to be a feast going on. Instead, he was stuck with molesting a poor damsel while the stupid Captain of the Kyubantai prepared the meal. Izanagi began drifting off for a moment, seemingly sleeping, but again that would be a mistake to think he was. He was merely trying to contain himself, trying his best not to start any trouble.

This was now beginning to get a little ridiculous. The Captain took another sip of his weed tea, followed by another puff from his weed stick. It was now time to make his presence be known. Izanagi was laying down, his left leg was horizontal, of vertical depending on the direction in which he was being viewed. His right leg formed an inverted "V", while his left hand formed a V also, with his palm supporting his head. The woman kept on playing the Sanshin as Izanagi intended her to. The cloud of smoke dispersed into the air, the tune from the Sanshin acting as a rhythm, a beat to sing a song to. The Captain didn't have any skills for singing, perhaps rapping is his forte. The snake finally found his prey, in the form of the Kyubantai Taicho. It was now time to begin trolling the damn man. "Oi Gaysuya-kun, I mean Tetsuya-kun, Tetsu gay, where is the damn food? I've been waiting for a while now, boy hurry up. You shouldn't keep those older than you waiting Tsu-kun. Besides, your hoe ass should know your way around kitchen". Izanagi's voice boomed across the area, extending towards Tetsuya's ears. Izanagi will now commence the unpleasant yet playful commentaries.

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It was supposed to be a peaceful day. Or so the young Captain of the Ninth squad thought earlier while resting under the blossoming cherry trees. But peace was not something that a man like he was supposed to have. Indeed, his rest ended short that day. One of his old promises ruining his rare peaceful moods. It was such a shame that he had to be the one to prepare dinner for the other Captains and their direct underlings that day. Such a great day, destined for the silver haired man to be wasted in the kitchen. No, he actually enjoyed cooking. Preparing various foods for dinner was one of his fortes, a surprising talent for such a rough man. Usually it would have been all good. If he only had the chance to cook for the correct people. His new annoyed moods stemming from the people he had to cook for this time. Sometimes his fellow Captains proving to be a very large annoyance. Especially one particular friend of his. That damn snake known as the sound of tomorrow, the most unpredictable womanizer in all of Seireitei. While he was always shouting at this person, he was also one who knew how to deal with the person. As ironic as it was. So there he was, cooking for his fellow comrades.

The rather mature looking man standing in his personal cooking area. Only a single room away from the garden outside, hearing most things that went on outside. While most of his division was decorated in the traditional Japanese style, his own kitchen was rather westernized. His ingredients being for traditional Japanese foods, yet his equipment fit for a chef of a five-star restaurant. His form made mostly of muscle, the steely blue eyed man wearing a pure white apron over his uniform while cooking. It was a way for him to relax. Get his mind off the things he usually had to deal with. The choice of clothing only because most other colors would have resulted in the venomous serpent calling him gay even more than he usually did. Seriously, the hell is wrong with men who like to cook anyways? His thoughts annoyed once more, the man unsheathed his Zanpakutou and threw some fish into the air. One graceful slash later the pieces falling on a tray he was making sushi and sashimi with. The last pieces of the cuisine he had prepared for the others. They would most likely be quite hungry by now, since finishing these dishes took a bit longer than he thought. But now he was done... And it was about time to get that mountain troll to keep his mouth shut for a moment.

Tetsuya Shirogane turned around, sighing deeply as his expression took an obvious turn for the worse. Ah, it was annoying. So goddamn annoying. The constant crap the snake kept throwing at him. The skilled Shinigami knew that yelling at old Jushiro wouldn't help a thing, yet he still felt compelled to do so. An act these two pulled off all the time. Friends who loved to argue all the time. Or can you even call them that? It was always the womanizer trolling the male who was constantly grumpy anyways. Lots of amusement for those not involved in their strong disputes. And so the man grabbed his large cooking pan designed to make Yakiniku, with a rebellious stance as well, finally walking towards the table. Members of his Division following him very cautiously, bringing with them various other dishes. The many variations of sushi and sashimi, the rice that came with curry or pork shogayaki, plus the onigiri and dango as well. Many kinds with many fillings. Preparing for all kinds of tastes you could say. The bothered male expected the others to bring their own personal drinks with them. Having only prepared sake for the men, and green tea to go with the dango. Also bringing a can full of water. He walked towards the man also known as Izanagi, the look of contempt in his eyes hidden by his spiky bangs.

"The hell was that, you goddamn snake? You're the one freeloading on my generosity. Oh, by the way, you smell like crap as usual", at first he sounded angry and threatening, yet soon his voice turned very nonchalant. Almost as if he was joking. He did feel clear animosity towards the person from time to time, but he had also learned to deal with his quirks. Or rather, he had no other choice but to do so. The man sighed, a bead of sweat running through his forehead. As strong and resilient as the bulky one was, dealing with the Junibantai Taicho always tired him out. Now that he was done with preparing the food for the others, he nudged at the apron a little, the fragile piece of clothing ripping off from his form. Being thrown into a nearby trash can. He was wearing his usual Shinigami uniform underneath of course. A version with medium sleeves, the almost coat-like haori lazily pulled over his shoulders. He sat on the opposite side of the dangerous weed-smoker, wanting to avoid the intoxicating gas as much as he possibly could. Seriously, he thought that he banned the use of such substances around his personal barracks. But really now, not even he could control the whims of this person.

Crossing his feet and sitting on one of the black pillows, the man waited for the others to take something to eat. After all, he was the host, despite his rude behavior earlier. But that's all you could expect of him. The guy was known for being easily irritated and having a crude tongue, despite trying to follow the manners a samurai was meant to follow. His current annoyance directed towards the mountain troll sitting opposite to him, for obvious reasons. He actually expected the guy to rather say something about his hair. It was rare to see a man of his stature already having such silvery hair. Good reasons he had for the color of his hair, yet that was something he'd rather not discuss. And so he eyed surroundings, seeing who else was already there. Groaning slightly before opening his mouth again. "Hmh, well, whatever. Nice seeing the other Captains again. Just go ahead and help yourselves", though his voice was still sounding rather bothered, he actually made an attempt to sound more polite this time. After all, the greeting with Jush were done now. It was time to focus on the others. Lord help him that they wouldn't be such an annoying bunch of freeloaders.

Subject: Re: Chillin' @ The BBQ Mon Sep 06, 2010 2:49 pm

A familiar scent of a winter rose mingled about the onslaught of the hazy smoke. A rare sight this was. Like a rose amoung the thorns. A lady among the rough men. Though any right parent would have warned of the damned Rose. You would indefiantely scratch your arm to pick the rose and when you do manage to pick the rose, the bastard orchid had kissed you with an intoxicating poison. The poison designed by mother nature to whole heartly full men into taking a bite. Izaya walked out behind the grumpy kyubantai Taicho, Tetsuya. Upon her hand lay something more of the disguised feminancy in her. Something expected of a housewife, a tray. Upon the tray would be a cascade of colors as various types of salads invaded the red meat of the table. A light husky tone spoke towards the snake.

Now father, you shouldn't question the sexual orientations of our host. Whether he be into clashing his zanpakuto with other men or whether he chooses to keep it for a lady with a firm grib to appropiately sheathe it. Though I would be very dissapointed in Tetsuya-kan if he were to be a homosexual. right? Winter hinted off a smile as she gave a friendly wink towards the kyubantai Taicho. Strange enough a man who was exactly the same age as her. Even sharing the same academy year, despite winter being there for one day. Ultimately she had befriended this .."childhood sweet heart" if you will, though much more on the lines of sharing the same education. Helping him to cook upon this rather un-official event. Who in the world had made a rule for the new captains to prepare dinner every month for the rest of the Gotei 13?

I'll that thank you... and what are you drinking? oh my certainly not green tea Winter snatched away the snakes weed stick and weed tea. Un-approving the habit of the snake. Laying waste to the liquid by throwing it upon the grass and snuffing out the stick by throwing it into the dustbin which a minute ago had devoured the apron of Tetsuya. Now who exactly was this Snake? This piece of information was rather vital. Having the metaphor of the snake under the flower. The true posion and the arictect of this artificial flower was Izanagi Jushiro. The juubantai Taicho. A scientific genius who was known to have a natural interest in biology. To be precise the anatomy of the female specimens. Rumours had spread of the man leaving any women he encountered shivering with either fear or pleasure. The question remained... Izaya a bastard child?

Izaya lifting up the female uniform of the shinigami sat untop the table. Her back facing her father but her neck craning about looking at all she needed to see. Such inconseit manners she had for a lady however many had said that was her own charm. The common denominator remained about the three who were sitting around the feast. They all had an additional article of clothing. A white coat like Hoari, showing the status and power they held. The Captains of the Gotei 13. Izaya having a change in personality over the years taking over the job of the 10th. Well the two young ones are here. So is the old snake. Where is the other oldie? Ichijou ojii-san She refered the last to the Rokubantai Taicho. A character with rather interesting personality. Said to be the generation between her father and herself.

So father what have you brought for Tetsu-kan and I. We were recently promoted. Tradition says we should get a present. Same tradition saying we should cook dinner once a month right? She arced her back. Her shoulder leaning over as it revealed what time had done to her physic. Her bust and bosom becoming full and rounded to that of a grown lady. Her now longer hair falling in waves of golden threads in front of the ever so dirty minded father. Had the snake a soft spot it would have been the belly.

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"Heh? Freeloading? You should be honored I decided to show up. The other captains probably won't show up. I don't blame them, your feminine ways inside the kitchen could become contagious. Besides, I doubt they'd wanna catch what you've got. I heard you were recently diagnosed with gayness. This disease is said to be brought on by young men, who like to wear aprons. Taking on the job of their hoes, it such a shame indeed. Ahh, it doesn't matter now, my womanizing ways will be the only protection I need". The snake of a man stuck his tongue out in a teasing manner. Tetsu-dan had finally arrived with the food that Izanagi had been waiting for. Truth be told, he was actually looking forward to Tetsuya's cooking. But the man would never openly admit to such a thing. Or even acknowledge his cooking as being any good. Noticing that Tetsu-dan removed his apron, Izanagi raised his right eyebrow. The Fox's grin somehow remained, but his eyes projected something. Where the rest of his face would fail to show a certain expression. By decipher the look in his eyes, the hidden code, Izanagi was more than a little suspicious of the man.

"I hope this bastard is not about to strip. I know for certain I didn't sign up for a party like this". The man thought to himself as the food was laid out on the table before him. And after a few moments, Tetsuya's intentions were made clear. The man was simply preparing to much on the meal that was prepared. The Captain of the Junibantai took another puff of his weed stick. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, it settled over his head. Like the formation of clouds on a rainy day. The tea that was made from the leaves of weed, was also sipped on it. Flowing down the water fall, that was his tongue and throat. Its destination was the water bed, the belly of the beast. The acidic sanctuary of the serpentine one. Jushiro's crimson eyes flickered over towards the food that was on the table. All the man needed to do now was help himself to a good meal. The Sanshin playing damsel kept on playing, a slow and delightful tune. Ever stroke of the strings created a masterpiece, perfect for the moment. Luckily Izanagi wasn't drunk, or he'd end up singing. Though, has this man ever lost himself in his own pleasures like that? The answer is no. That didn't stop him from cunning pretending, thus inviting even more people in.

Although eating had commence, Izanagi couldn't help but release a little chuckle. Exhanging words with Tetsuya was always a refreshing thing to do. It was sometimes horrible the way Izanagi went about it. But the man couldn't help himself at all. Hopefully no one will turn up that could keep him on a leash. Speaking of a leash, there was one person in particular that could accomplish that. At this moment in time, such a person was nowhere to be seen. Their presence couldn't be felt, or was it the weed that was messing with his senses? The cloud of smoke that settled over his head began to dissipate. Within that time, Izanagi took a strong pull of the weed. One that caused him to inhaled a substantial amount of smoke. And as he began releasing it from his mouth, it slithered into his hair. His funky red and white hair, quite similar to Tetsu-dan's but way cooler. Yes, Izanagi is so much cooler than these whelps around him. That was one of the things that made him a ladies man. Not to mention his uncanny ability to charm those of the opposite sex. The serpent had his eyes on the others around the table. Waiting to see if anyone had keeled over, before bringing any of this food towards his mouth. And so far so good, everything looked to be fine and dandy.

A sliced melon was on the table and Izanagi's hand extended towards the thing. It was lifting from its previous position, before the fangs of the serpent impaled it. Removing chunks of the red natured fruit, Izanagi's tongue orchestrated something in his mouth. The man separated the seeds of the melon. And swallowed the most important bits to it. After which time he so annoying took him. Dark pebbles born of the melon was shot from the smoking gun. Aiming for the bullseye, right between the eyes of the chef. Spitting, like the world war spitfire war planes. Such a thing will most likely annoy the host a bit more. Perhaps the slithering fiend should refrain from disturbing the sleeping dragon? Then again, it was always fun to see him angered by the Captain's antics. The Junibantai Taicho, the jester among this small gathering cocked his head to the left. His tongue extended, tasting the air, something expected of a serpent. The man had picked up on something, that almost brought a frown to his face. But this "something" will need to do a lot more, if it wanted a change of expression on his face.

From behind the silver gayness appeared the figure of a woman. A young woman, now that she had somewhat grown up. She had blossomed over the years, not to mention she picked up a few nasty habits. This included her preventing Izanagi from enjoying himself. Whenever this young woman comes around, Izanagi was no longer allowed to smoke, drink certain beverages. Even his womanizing ways had to halt while in her presence. The young woman in question is none other than Izaya, daughter of the Junibantai Taicho. Who is also a Captain herself, one that leads the Jubantai. As the woman edged closer and closer to the man, Izanagi began puffing even harder. Trying to get as much as possible out of his weed stick. His cup of weed tea, was then sipped on, taking a quick gulp. And yet, more remained, way too much had remained for her to get her hands on. "Eh sure, though I can't help ma self sometimes though. I believe he sets himself up for it every time".

A release of scented clouds was seen coming from the Captain's mouth as he smoke. He was quite wary of what Izaya may end up doing in a few moments. It didn't take long for Izaya to intervene at all. Quickly snatching the tea and the weed, disposing of it, showing her disapproval. The Junibantai Taicho was left to ponder what had taken place. Had this been anyone else, they would have been a new specimen to experiment on. But much to his annoyance, it was his own daughter, a person that could get away with most things others couldn't. "Bu..but I was merely testing these new products. I am suppose to be giving feed back to the person I got it from. Its a scientific experimentation. Izaya, your so cruel to yer Pada". A shrugged followed his words as he looked in the opposite direction. The man found himself sulking for a few moments. Izaya leaned back and the crimson eyes of the Captain caught sight of her. "I have no intentions of giving either of you any presents. Not after the way you treated me. But you're right about one thing. You two will have to prepare a feast, once a month. In any case, this seems so long overdue, considering its been a while since you became Captains. But congratulations, my present to you both is not to conduct any experimentations on either of you". The Captain's hand then extended towards a plate that was fixed for him. The feast began with his first bite.

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There she was, as expected, Izaya came following in his steps. This old tradition was indeed bothersome, if only because of the absurd amounts of food he'd have to prepare for the depraved Captains to feast upon. It was a good thing to have help him around the kitchen. And the female was quite the cook herself. Despite them knowing from way back, even in what most would consider a friendly relationship, he never dropped down his guard though. Her behavior was a lot politer, innocent and warmer than that of the old snake, but they were bound by the same blood after all. A dangerous family they made, both having their quirks to watch out for. In fact, he was surprised that they hadn't gone further than that. Normally Jushiro would abuse him verbally to the point where most people would submit themselves in a crying panic. Such an evil man the serpent was, when he found an amusing target. Or at least, that's the kind of experience he had during his years at the Gotei. Always getting targeted by the open insults of the male. For a moment he dropped his usual guard down, a faint smirk on his face, getting ready to say his grace, pour them some drinks, and start eating.

Though, he soon noticed that he should have waited just a while longer. The winter rose aimed her attention towards the misbehavior of the slithery one, starting with the sexual insults. Good thing the young gruff Captain hadn't taken himself a drink yet. Because her comments came so sharply that he would have most likely spilled the water all across their five star meal. For now, his expression remained a creepy mixture of amusement and complete disapproval. His eyes hidden in darkness beneath his spiky bangs like before. One last bead of sweat running down from his forehead, as if this was some kind of a comedy. As tactless as he usually was, these double meanings were made obvious enough. He groaned and mumbled something at the horrifying mental image of him being involved in a wrestling match with another male. Yeah. Maybe he hadn't had a single girlfriend during the time spent there. But he was most definitely straight. Leaving out a relaxed sigh as she made her comment about him hopefully being a heterosexual. His nodding was enough enforcement for now. Had he spoken at that time, his tongue would have slurred too badly to make proper sense of what he was trying to say.

Despite always being thrown in these awkward situations when around these two, he really was glad to have Izaya there as well. When it came to caging the beast, there was no one who could manage it as well as she could. All these years he had tried to get the man off his habit of smoking weed and drinking his special tea, at least while visiting his Division. To no avail. Even fist fights over the issue got them nowhere. Somewhere along the line he just gave up trying to make him quit by fair play. His plans lying in someday shutting down his weed factory or whatever. But enough of these trivial thoughts. Tetsuya took his hands and crossed them for a second. "Itadakimasu", the phrase was uttered, signaling that he for one was ready to eat. While pouring himself some real green tea made of very clean organic substances, he took a better look at the female who helped him in the kitchen as usual. Now that he wasn't in a rush anymore, he could finally see that she had actually developed quite a bit. So amusing was the passage of time. A quick look from down to up, and back to feeding. "She's still the same old Winter though", he muttered in a nearly inaudible tone before closing his eyes and planning on taking a sip of his tea.

Warning, warning. That tiny little voice in his head told him to take action. He didn't know why, but he decided it was better to heed these impulses rather than ignore them. While still holding the tea cup, his eyes shot open, a couple of black missiles shown to him in bullet time. A stylish evasion was in order, the man pulling himself closer to the floor. The seeds of nature the snake so disliked flying right above of his eyes, making it all the way to the other side of his Division, a true show of rapid fire. His smirk was now clearer than ever as the man pulled himself up from his limbo-like style of sitting. "Eh... Look at who's being rude. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to play with your food? Or waste for that matter", he finished with a quick 'heh' expecting as much from the man who reminded him of the Ouroboros. This time, his unpredictability becoming his weakness. For Tetsuya was someone who had figured out how to predict these jester-like antics. A result of years upon years of training in order to avoid the attempts of the troll. Come to think of it. Rather than a mountain troll, he was more like a sneaky swamp troll. Those bastards.

At first his only response to the mention of other Captains a soft 'hmph' meant in no offense, Tetsu decided to finally have a drink and take some food. A dango or two with the tea, a single piece of nigirizushi, alongside some cooked beef from the yakiniku. Alongside a couple of other cooked sea dwellers and some vegetables prepared by his other young colleague. Only then, was he ready to discuss some deeper topics. Having calmed his usual temper that was so easy to provoke for profanities. "She does have a point. Haven't seen those others in quite a while myself. Must be busy or something", he spoke nonchalantly, yet with curiosity. Most of the Captains made time for these meals. They were completely free after all. And prepared by a rare male cook, and an enticing female. Who could refuse such a setting? All the talk about presents he tried to ignore. Despite appearances Tetsuya was quite a humble man. Sort of like one of those more responsible high school kids, hidden under the veil of a tough, cynical man. That part actually got him thinking again. While Winter's growth was very apparent, his was less noticeable. From the time he first made it to the academy, the only thing that had changed was the density of his muscles, and the frequency at which his beard grew. The facial hair always kept under tight control of course. With a stache or a beard, he'd look even more like an old man.

But alas, he had fallen deep in his thoughts like so many times before, awakening only after hearing Jush speak of experiments. A dangerous chill running down his spine. He very well knew what the man was capable of, though he only rarely had the chance to visit the more 'presentable' levels of his lab. Human modification wouldn't be a problem for such a person, especially due to the loose morals. While his promises didn't count for much, it somewhat put him at ease. Now he had some kind of justification to rely on, when avoiding scientist who wanted to do some modifications on him. The sweat he sometimes dropped during awkward moments now turned cold, yet his expression remained unflinching. The man now rubbing the back of his unusually spiky, and very beautiful silver hair. "I don't really need any presents, but I guess that sounds good enough. Still... The hell is taking them so long?" he sighed, now resting his chin on his right arm, holding it in the air while resting his elbow on the table. A sign of the small frustration he felt. Such a waste of food. Prepared for the Captains with the best of intentions *okay, maybe not quite like so, at least in the case of Jushiro*.

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In the dead silence of the Rokubantai two wooden doors materialized. Un-attended by any manual labourer the two doors parted. Behind the door would be 3 men accompanied each, by a ash black butterflies. These butteflies commonly known to the select few as hell butterflies. These so called hell butterflies acting as a kind of verfication that the owner may preform the ritual, Senkai-mon. The senkai-mon a means of travel to those in the Gotei 13. An elite military gaurd of the spirit world. Split into 13 divisions as the name suggested. Now then were these two men infact members of the Gotei 13?

What time is it? A man dressed in a full black Gi and Hakama spoke to those behind him. Even before they could decifer and answer their superior he had walked through past Senkai-mon. Kicking off his dust covered sandals. Though his appearance was clearly that of a japanese; what having slitted eyes and the hint of yellow to the skin undertone, one would swore that the man had just the slight scent of a westerner. It was not everyday the child would pop out of the oven and sport the blonde hair of the white skinned imperialists. Nor was it any other day that these rare cases of births would open their eyes to reveal an ocean.

The man by now had thrown off his Gi and Hakama. The two subordinates having the uniform thrown at them. With hurried steps the half naked man disappeared behind bamboo blinds. The gentle sounds of water being disturbed signalling the man had entered a vat of steaming water. ahhhhhhhh The man let out a low moan closer to what a man after his...... The man had just recently returned from the world known as Earth. To the shinigami refered to as the Human world. Taichou where must I leave...The box?. Taichou would refer to the blonde man. Ahh yes he was indeed a shinigami a captain at that. The location revealing the the blonde man was indeed the Rokuban Taichou.

The box? Just put it on the table and damn leave! I need to change now. Take a bath you guys did very well on todays mission Ahh Mission.. so the man had been on a mission. The role of the 6th division of the Gotei 13 was rather complicated. But to some it up nicely they were more or less the Internal police of the Gotei 13. Following the changing man. This man would be the in between generation of the current 3 different generations of the Gotei 13. There were the old and wise and the young and energetic. So what was this man between? A mediator?

Dressed rather fast in the captains attire the man had tracked to a division far off from his own. Mister Izanagi-senpai Ichijou popped himself next to the green haired Taichou making sure at least a distance of a meter was kept. He smiled to him. Hey Izaya-chan! long time no see! and my you've grown. Ahh Tetsu-kun you're... scary as ever! haha. Kaito reached inside the box and produced two wrapped boxes. Handing one to Izaya and the other to Tetsu. For Izaya he had gotten a popular brand of pens from the human world known as Parker as for Tetsu he didn't exactly know what to get him.. So he had simple gotten him the same identical pen as Izaya. Ichijou took this moment as the two would look at their presents. His left arm darting under the table as a large black box poked the side of Izanagi. Ontop of the box was etched in gold the words "Montecristo Cigars 50"

Thanks Tetsu for holding this rather tedious event every month. Next time tell them to fuck off and send us food coupons aright? Kaito picked up a watermelon as he took a bite. Popping out a black seed onto his index finger. Hey Izaya! Ichijou called this girl that almost seemed like his little sister (no shit sherlock). His index finer hovering just next to her turned cheek. A child like man he was. Though the inbetween generation was known to be able to adapt to both.

Subject: Re: Chillin' @ The BBQ Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:07 pm

Izaya watched a wave of seeds bulleted their way towards her childhood friend Tetsuya. Tetsuya in response quickly avoided the attack and started to scold her father. Not to play with ones food he said. Eh? this sounds familiar she thought. Izaya looked up towards the left corner of her eye. A much younger noob walked up to her. This time having red hair. No my child this is not a vegetable this is red meat. So you were at the market? Winter shook her head as the red haired father failed to understand what she had meant. But anywho the red meat was wrapped neatly in clother as he was dragged off towards the fridge. that can't be right Izaya abandoned the thought as she returned to the present. Tetsu is right father! didn't you tell me yourself not to play with my food? or was that play with your prey. play with your pet.. play.. play.. food?

The last few parts of the sentence Izaya spoke in whispers to her self. Trying to remember the old habits she had of doing to her opponents. Gorging out their eyes and dragging them upon the floor. Paint the town read the dad said! She misunderstood and dragged a warm body around the division painting the area with the man's blood. Her father had shook his head and facepalmed. how was I supposed to know? Izaya absent mindely picked up a dango from Tetsu's plate popping it into her mouth. She was momentarilt stcuk in her own world of thought. until

Hey Izaya-chan! long time no see! and my you've grown.

Izaya turned around to see the man she sometimes called Masked-man(lolz) at her 11th birthday party he come wearing a pearl mask and shouted suprised only to get ignored by her. Winter later stealing his mask and adding it to her hollow mask collection. The man seemed to be late. Why? He had picked up a little gift for Izaya and Tetsu. ahh thank you! wait.. it's a pen? it's like you want me to do more paper work? Tetsu-kun what did you get ey? pen? Wow Ichi nee san you suck at picking presents! don't you agree pada? Winter spoke unaware of the fact her father had been just given a full box of premiere cigars made by the world's best, Cuba Montreal.

She had turned around to face her father when, boing. A water melon seed was stuck to the left side of her cheek. wha... wha.... Your maturity level is the same as my father Ichi-sama Winter glared at the man. Though she had not intended some of her old ways appeared. A light chill appearing around her. The soup nearest to her cooling. But hey it's for all fun and games right? Winter smiled once more. Taking the watermelon away from the 6th division captain and taking a big bite. Producing four water melon seeds. She planted Ichi one on the forehead. The way an Indian from India would do so. She turned to her father as she popped one on the left side of his lip. She turned to face Tetsu placing one left of his nose. After this rather strange ritual Izaya got up momentarily leaving the room. Pada I have something to show you

Winter would have momentarily left them leaving the three men by the table for about 10 minutes. On the way towards the 9th kitchen been greeted by other captains. Hey Izaya! you've grown what not. Winter came back holding a white and blonde streaked haired child with blue eyes. He looked like he was in a constant state of anger. dad.. meet Junior he's your grandson. I can't tell who's the father though. He has blue eyes like someone. But an angry face like someone else. He also has blonder hair but also has white hair. Do you know who's kid this could be? Izaya smiled as she sat inbetween the eating Ichijou and Tetsuya. The child looking awefully like either Combination A or B. She was sure her father would get crazy ideas and probably threaten Ichijou and Tetsuya.

Izaya smiled as the child clenched and unclenched his fingers to a banana. Izaya peeled it and let the baby gradually nom on it with his little teeth. isn't he just cute? I can't race it with a father though

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"Keh, I'm not playing with my food. I am merely getting rid of that waste that was apart of it. Saying that, those discarded seeds can once again be recycled. And by recycling, they can even feed us over and over again. Meh, 'd much rather shoot ya in the head with them". The Captain replied after taking note of Tetsuya nifty evasion. Leaning back in such a manner and lifting himself up like an animated zombie. Perhaps the man should applaud Tetsuya? Nah, the troll of a Captain is way too proud for such acts. Applauding would have to be accompanied by an hint of sarcasm. Sitting there in Izaya and Tetsuya's company, Izanagi found himself munching even more on the watermelon. After which he'd start gobbling up the food that was prepared. Its the least he could do, considering that Tetsuya and Izaya went through the trouble. The Captain remained in his position, doing exactly what he had intended to do. And that was to eat and enjoy the food, Tetsuya was right. The man was freeloading off the young Captain's generosity after all.

Not only that, but Izanagi managed to get his hands on something legal. A perfectly legal drink, the only thing he was allowed to drink. And that was water. A little bit of sake shouldn't be too bad. Though the Captain wasn't sure Izaya wouldn't try and prevent him from enjoying such a beverage. So far so good, the man was relaxing, the Sanshin playing woman was still at it. Setting the perfect scene, great food and beautiful music to go along with it. That is the life, and he was content with himself for now. Yes for now sounded just about right. That's until something to do with either women or science caught his attention. What would Izanagi do, should Izaya come home with a boyfriend or worse? That is quite the intriguing scenario indeed. Simply eating and listening to someone play the Sanshin was indeed boring. This little party needed something to spice it up a little. The life of the party manifested in the form of the Rokubantai Taicho. Ichijou, another Captain that Izanagi was unfortunately acquainted with.

"Heller Rokubantai Taicho, how yer doing on this day?" . Ichijou managed to bring to light something that Izanagi was trying to avoid. And that so happened to be the fact that Izaya had grown up. Still in his crimson eyes, she was still a little girl, way too young for these perverts. Its amazing to think how quickly time went by these days. Izanagi is indeed older than all of them, by a few hundred years at least. Hence one of the reasons why Ichijou referred to him as Senpai. The Junibantai Taicho felt compelled to mention something. But the man was stopped in his tracks by Ichijou's secret present. Crimson eyes quickly glancing at the box, while Izaya and Tetsuya were busy. This little box of goodies was was swiftly tucked away inside his Haori. Hopefully Izaya wouldn't notice anything at all. Now that Ichijou, Izaya and Tetsuya focused on each other. The Captain began devising a strategy in his head. One way or another, he had to find a way to trick the others. The perfect illusion or sorts, disrupting sight and scent. Overlooking the obvious, that was the idea behind this little plan.

It was very simple. The man needed to mix sugar, spice and everything nice. Then add a bit of chemical X to the mix. By doing this, he could perfect a formula made for deception. This way, Izaya wouldn't be able to see or smell the illegal substances. As such, him smoking and drinking can continue even when Izaya was around. It was a brilliant plan to say the least. He only needed to find a way to perfect this unorthodox and random formula. Moving on swiftly with a little bit of Izaya antics to spice things up. What happens later on in this post, comes as a result of Izaya pulling a prank. The Junibantai Taicho is of course oblivious to this. And as a result is unaware that this is nothing more than a joke. A cruel one constructed by the sadistic mind of Izaya. Curse Izanagi's loins for creating such a child. She had become so much like him, it's not even funny. Having two Iza's walking around the Seireitei is a bad idea. The Shinigami already have their hands full dealing with the father. The one that invites so many women in, and ever so often things ended in a one night stand. The Captain was setting a bad example, which didn't matter since he had a role to play. It was scripted, and he is merely an actor, a character thought of by an equally sadistic mind.

"Hey I'm not immature, just a little playful". The man said in response to Izaya's little statement about him being immature. How could she say such a thing? Wasn't she doing the same thing earlier too? Hell she managed to place a stupid melon seed on her father too. For now the man would let it go, ignoring her words. It wasn't worth the effort at all. Removing the melon seed that was placed upon him. Izanagi raised an eyebrow momentarily. What could Izaya possibly have to show him? Izaya disappeared for a couple of minutes, leaving the men to their own devices. Perhaps a little bit of time for the men to talk among themselves? Izanagi on the other hand was too busy gobbling up the food. Tetsuya does belong in the kitchen it seems. His ability to put together a meal, was so womanly. Heh. "I find myself here wondering...". There was a specific reason why Izanagi wasn't able to finish his sentence. That was caused by Izaya's return and the baggage that she was carrying along with her. The Captain went into silent mode, the fox grin stuck on his face in a comical manner. Izaya's explanation of the baggage she brought back, was more than a little interesting. Cocking his head to the left as as Izaya presented this "junior" child.

The Captain's crimson eyes scanned the boy carefully. Based on what the man had seen so far. This child bore great resemblance to the men sitting at the table. The blond hair, reminded Izanagi that had arrived earlier. Going back to his words in regards to Izaya coming of age. The man had to wonder, if Ichijou managed to pick the maiden's cherry. Has she in fact blossomed that much? Izaya was openly suggesting that she was robbed of her innocence. The suspects, or those thought to be responsible, so happens to be sitting before and beside Izanagi. The Captain was left speechless, but his inability to form words, were covered up by his cool attitude. There was only one solution for a situation like this. However this solution meant that the party was now over. "So whatcha saying to me is, you went and gotcha self pregnant? It is also a mystery to think that you could've kept this from me. But cha know, this is sort of fascinating. A child that resembles Tetsuya and Ichijou here. A most troublesome and disgusting thought. Heh, this must be a joke. And since I have decided that this is nothing but a joke. I will dispose of the trash, that you've presented as my grandson. Hmm...I will deem this to be a party trick. Hado 50, Haien". The man uttered in a cold tone, the purple blast of Kido energy erupting from his finger tips. The idea was to abolish this "junior" child. If he was actually Izaya's child and either Tetsuya or Ichijou was the father. Then surely they should get upset, which will make the guessing game obsolete.

"Oops, I'm guessing this will cause a stir somehow eh?". The sadistic one stuck his tongue out in a playful manner. Eyes glancing around those that sat at the table. Even now the Sanshin playing woman was playing.

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OOC: Yeah, it took a while e-e; Anyways this is just a heads up. I'm having three exams next week, so I might not be able to respond like usually. Studying up and all.

Tetsuya's somewhat patient wait came with it's rewards. Though he never desired for a reward quite like this. The appearance of a fourth Captain, the ever-childish Ichijou Tenshi. It seemed like the person did it on purpose, yet he still found himself somewhat annoyed. Such antics always managed to push his nerve. It was very much the same with the old snake as well. What amazed him the most were not their combined antics, but the so-called present he was presented with. His negatively surprised moods still remaining quite the same. If it weren't for the bangs that so often covered his eyes, the others would surely have already poked fun at his reactions. For real? A popular brand of pens? What was this world coming to. In any case, Tetsu wasn't the kind of person to give that much thought over materialistic goods. At least not in the sense of desiring more and more objects around of him. Then again, the present was somewhat fitting, if only for the purpose of his Division. Their other sub-task was taking care of the Seireitei Magazine after all. He sighed, placing his right hand on his forehead. Yet it wasn't a sigh showing off frustration. Another smirk on his face.

"Thanks for the present, I guess. My future Lieutenant is gonna have a better use for shit like this though", he made a snarkish remark, placing the pen inside of his pocket. Replacing the world 'stuff' with 'shit' as he usually did. It sounded rough as ever, yet the people who knew him could decipher it as a show of gratitude. Yet he couldn't help but to wonder. The hell was Ichi trying to pass to Jush under the table? Yeah, his attention was more focused on the person rather than the present he was granted with. Such a suspicious son of a gun he was. Probably some goods he didn't want the two of the younger ones to notice. Raising an eyebrow, he didn't mention a thing, rather going with the flow. Since Winter was there as well, the slithery one wouldn't dare intoxicating the air any longer. "So everyone is eating watermelons rather than the yakiniku we took our time preparing? Hmph, what a shame", still snarking at the others, he filled his plate with rice and some topping, alongside some vegetables they prepared alongside the meat. Ignoring the comment Ichi made about handing out food coupons. It was no bother really, he mostly enjoyed cooking.

The dinner was interrupted for a moment as Izaya decided to leave the men alone for a moment. The silver haired samurai remaining silent, taking a sip of green tea while his eyes wandered towards where she left. What was she planning now? Showing moderate interest, he set the cup down as she returned, having also removed the seed that was randomly placed on his nose. Having not mentally prepared for the shock he was about to endure. She came with a boy, one she was calling Izanagi's grandson. Wait. That would also mean that the boy was her daughter. Wait. The boy also looked suspiciously much like the two. Tetsuya turned silent. Deadly silent. It was as though he didn't even have a presence anymore. Even the presence of his reiatsu vanished entirely for the moment. His face turning dark as the revelation went way beyond his understanding. No, he understood the meaning of this, the shock was just freezing his brain. What. The. Hell? Was the first thing he could think of properly. That's when he began to intelligently think the situation through, trying to understand what was going on.

He knew that he was straight. Sure, he enjoyed the kitchen and rarely hanged out with the girls, but he definitely had an interest towards women and some sort of an instinctual hate towards certain men. But he hadn't had a girlfriend in forever. He couldn't remember the last time he spent a time loving someone. No, he didn't even want to remember. Bad memories that still plagued him. Perhaps he could rule out the option that he was the father? No, Izaya was a trickster as bad as her father. Someone could have always mixed some drugs in his usual drink and done some baaad things to him. In fact, he remember that one time months ago when someone spiked his drink and he fell unconscious. But wait. The boy looked very much like Ichijou as well. Perhaps he was the one to blame? He sometimes showed a pervier side after all. Yet the two were like siblings. Could he really fall that far? No, he shouldn't think about stuff like that. It was very unlikely Ichijou was to blame for this either. But wait. Was Izaya ever pregnant? Sure, he hadn't seen the woman in ages either, but the times he did see her, there was no sign of her ever having a child growing inside of her. Come to think of it she was still a trickster unlike any other. That's right. This all had to be one big joke to mess with them. It had to be. Tetsuya's mind went into denial, now thinking that all of this was one elaborate plot to deceive them all.

The man shook his head once, returning back to reality. Just in time to hear the monologue of the angered serpent. "Oi... Iza. Don't tell me you're going to-" he began speaking carefully and with a hint of anticipation, only to be cut off by the judgment of the fearsome one. The look on his face turned wry, as he expected something drastic to happen. Yet he had no time to react. A purple blaze erupting from the palms of the genius, flying past his head. Cold sweat running through his forehead. He knew it, the blast was aimed at the child. He was already numb towards death and violence, yet he couldn't help but to feel... A bit sorry for the target? The Sanshin player the hired was taking it rather calmly. A true professional. But the young smith was in a stir himself. Anticipating what would happen next. His survival instinct also kicked into high gear. The crimson eyed one thought it was all a joke, so they were on the same side for now. But good lord. He was one overprotective father, that was for sure. A natural source of fear for someone as naturally fearless as he was. It was. Terrifying, to say the least. Not the entrance of the child, but the sadism of the ophidian.

Subject: Re: Chillin' @ The BBQ Thu Sep 23, 2010 12:42 pm

With a rather loud bang the baby had disappeared into mere traces of ash and a lump of charcoal. Winter stared at the burnt carcass of the baby. well now Pada that was not nice it may look like Brother and Tetsu but that does mean you can blow it up now is it? Winter extended her left arm which held the carcass as a simple toss made a 3 point basket into the same dustbin in which not long ago had disposed of the weed and weed tea. Winter's eyes twitched for a split second as he smile faded into what seemed her childhood. Her eye twitched again and a bright smile said she was Izaya again.

"now that wasn't entirely what I had gone back for.Izaya wiped her hand on an apron as she picked up more food from Tetsu's plate and popped it into her mouth. bleh. Izaya stuck her tongue revealing a black piece of meat."Why is this burnt piece of meat here?"With almost child like disgust she picked the meat off her tongue and flung besides the carcass. "As I was saying... I actually went back there to get my present for Tetsu-kan" Izaya reached into her pocket as she produced a box containing a necklace. This exact boss she tossed towards Tetsu.

" As for you father.... Ichi onii-san seemed to have got you a nice little present"She glared at at the blonde Captain her cheeks puffed up like a child. " I'm watching you, you know that? I heard you visit your vice-captains quaters late into the night!" She teased the man about possible perverted relationship with his vice-captain. Whether it was a she/he no one knew either than the 6th. However she did greatly hope it was a girl. She would be surrounded by raging homosexuals.

Izaya selected a spare rib amoung the choice pieces of meat as she took a bite in the middle. Her teeth sinking into the BBQ marinated roasted rib. While she did this Izaya picked up a bowl of salad as she popped in onto her lap. Through a fool mouth she mumbled." Pada needs more greens..... either than weed of course." The rib was now nothing but a pearl white bar, the tender meat being stripped of it's sanity. The bone Izaya placed it on Ichijou's hand. Why she had done this I have no idea.

[ooc: Ichi says skip him once. he said he'll post after Tetsu has posted. He's finishing off a portfolio work or something]

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Izanagi found it amusing to see the reaction of the others. Tetsuya in particular, was a little less talkative. If anything the man was more anxious now than before. What was going through Tetsuya's head now? The Fox sat down listening to the sound of the Sanshin. There was also the thought of making sweet music too. That is with the Sanshin playing woman. He tunes were delightful, something to lighten the mood. Izanagi performed a vicious and merciless act. The Taicho however acted as if nothing had happened. And he was right for thinking that way. Nothing important had happened. The Taicho chose to dispose of the trash, which wasn't such a bad thing. Was it? Crimson orbs carefully observing the lot before him. The sly fox was now on the look out for Izaya. Just how would she react to something like this?

The father of the child looked at his dauhgter with a grin on his face. Izanagi sensed a little bit of sarcasm coming from the young woman. That's right. Izaya was now coming of age, a truly terrifying thought. Does that mean she will no longer need to follow Pada? Just what kind of path will she eventually take? Izanagi felt like smoking, but Izaya wouldn't allow such a thing. The thought of drinking certain things was also a deterrent. Again Izaya would not allow her Pada to have any fun at all. It was frustrating yet amusing. The amusement found in all this, prevented Izanagi from going crazy. The mad scientist almost lost it earlier. The "thing" that "it" that Izaya presented made his day. The party trick performed by Izanagi. Was more than a little satisfying. One couldn't help but feel, this gathering had ran its course. The mad scientist had other things to tend to. Memories of past experiments came to mind somehow.

The Captains that gathered carried on talking. The harmless and yet some important conversations kept going. It wasn't long that Izanagi was targeted by Izaya. That damn girl managed to notice Ichijou's present. How could she had known about it? In order to avoid going into any details. Izanagi began filling his plate. The Taicho made sure to indulge himself in the actual meal. It would be rude if Tetsuya's hard work went to waste. The Fox looked away, avoiding the glare of Izaya. Pretending to be too busy, or spaced out for that matter. Operation hide the presents had already begun. The Captain also needed to top up on his secret stash. Izaya threw away a nice portion of it. That wasn't such a fun situation at all. The Junibantai Taicho twitched a little. Just what was Izaya implying? Ichijou having perverted relationships? And with his Vice Captain? Surely this must be treated as propaganda right?

For a moment Izanagi was happy. And for what reason? Well all eyes were off him for a moment. That was until Izaya decided it would be worth it, to tease him further. Why does she taunt that old snake so? "I would recommend you trying weed sometime in the future. But that would make me a bad parent no? Oh well, a man like me needs a bit of weed. Saying that, I am beginning to wonder about something. Just where are the other Captains? Not to mention the Sotaicho is also absent. I'd expect him to be here. Goodness, I am now getting bored. This little gathering no longer intrigues me. Only highlight of the day, was vanquishing some random child. At least I was able to perform a party trick right?" .

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Tetsuya thought that he could relax for a moment, after the child turned into dust. It really had to be an epic joke, there really weren't any other options. Now that the viper had his fun, perhaps they could go on more peacefully. Truthfully, he didn't even enjoy situations such as these one bit. The broody Captain usually spending most of his time alone or with those he had a tiny hint of trust in. Large crowds had never been his thing. Especially not since the times everything changed. Pausing to give a pathetic laugh at himself, the tall male brought his hand forward and took out a drink. This time, that of quality sake made by the top brewers in Soul Society. Made especially to hide the smell of alcohol this drink usually contained, mindful of those who didn't enjoy such a stench. Contrary to some other he knew, he wasn't much of a drinker. But even he felt like taking a load off every now and then. Not drowning his sorrows, but rather feeling the flow of this world. He brought the small cup to his lips and drowned it down in a quick sip. Despite not having that traditional smell, this stuff was pretty powerful. So one would have to take care not to get drunk.

During that time, his eyes were closed. Only surveying his surroundings by the auricles. Listening to what went on with the others. He heard something hit the bucket. Most likely the burnt carcass of the poor soul who just got nukes. A tiny pit of pity awakening within the host. Which was very unusual of him, because of the harsh yet righteous views he had on reality. Never show pity to anyone. That is the best way to show the living the minimum amount of respect they are worth. Or so he thought. His left eye now opening, wandering towards Winter. If only to check up on what she was up to next. Probably another attempt at teasing? His guess might have been correct, if picking up food from his plate without permission was any signal. He didn't mind though, knowing that all the people there had their own set of quirks. And then came the other 'highlight' of the party. A shine glimmering in the light that shone from the sun behind the cherry trees. His right hand went instinctively to cover his face, something hard gently hitting against it. What was it that Izaya threw at him?

Opening both of his eyes with a tiny yawn, Tetsuya turned his hand around to take a look at the object he was now holding. A simple yet beautiful pendant, made with a single gemstone fitting his rough looks despite glimmering in such a faint yet unmistakable light. While his best guess was, that it was a simple gift for position they had reaches, he did like his present enough to actually put it to use. Putting the necklace around of his neck without delay, hiding the gemstone within his uniform. Truth to be told, he had a present as well. He had no idea if the female would like it, or if Jush would even allow her to hold onto it. Shrugging once, he decided to go for it and pulled out a decorated gift box from behind of him. Somehow they all had missed it. Making sure to pass it on to Winter. Within this small box, was a scarf, a long and fluffy one. Designed to keep one warm for the colder seasons. There was nothing more to it. A graduation gift with a theme set in mind. Already from his nonchalant expression, one could judge that he had no deeper meanings behind of this. That could never stop the likes of the old one and the apparently pervy blond from teasing him though. After these procedures, he returned to his meal, only to eat the vegetables and meat for a short while.

See, the man already had other things in mind. He wasn't the shy kind or even the easily flustered one. He just really, really hated crowds. Even ones compromised of people he knew well. He had turned into a lone wolf, rejecting most forms of human contact. He was fine knowing that there were people like this for him. That was plenty of enough. Tapping his hands gently against the wooden floor, he pulled himself up in a haste. Turning his back on the table and taking a couple of steps forward. Yet, he still froze on his tracks for a moment. Turning his head back towards the crowd. "Feel free to enjoy what the table has to offer, even though I'm taking my leave already. You should leave the Division grounds after you're done eating though. I have to do some checking up on the progress the members of my Division have made. Finishing the monthly magazine, making sure that all the military training is order and all that shit. So yeah", he spoke with a surprisingly soft voice, even if there was a bit of snark mixed in with it. The rough echo still giving it a clear hint of his usual persona. And so Tetsuya left the terrace, disappearing somewhere into the depths of his labyrinth-like Division without taking a single look back. That's how he always was, coming and going as he pleased.

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Subject: sorry Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:52 am

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Izaya and Ichijou (permission given)

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The party had now come to an end. And almost as if on queue, everyone left. Izanagi took one last bite and raised his right hand. The Sanshin playing woman stopped. The fox got up and with his usual grin. The man dusted himself off, his eyes found themselves staring at the woman. Shifting his body a little, Izanagi rubbed the back of his head. The grounds of the 9th Division appeared so empty now. Stepping forward, Izanagi ignored Tetsuya's suggestion. The fox vanished from view, heading back towards his own Division. He had a little project that he needed to finish.

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